[ And he thought it was weird with the sudden appearance of his scales earlier. It's almost morbidly fascinating how it looks like the scars are appearing at an accelerated rate. He's not even sure if he should be touching any of these, though his hand is hovering over it as if he was going to trace them, but he keeps his fingers far enough away not to actually touch the skin. His eyes narrow especially at the marks showing up on his shoulder. ]
[ His eyes popped open and he looked over his shoulder at David, frowning. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. His father had such a set idea in mind about everything that even a whisper about what he might not like had Yoon-sung tensing up. Of course, by this time the scarring was fading to look like it had been there for a while. Well. All but the angry one on his shoulder, which looked as if someone had self-treated a gunshot wound and had to get it reopened and restitched. ]
[ Was that why they itched? Yoon-sung would have reached back to scratch but he knew that it wouldn't do any good. Especially if they were just healing like David said they were.
The shoulder scar faded but still looked angry, a line of puckered flesh that hinted at an ugly moment in time. ]
I think he was part of a drug cartel. At least at first. I don't know about the stuff with the Blue House bodyguard how it fits but from what he had said to an ahjussi he was against his father's revenge?
Just at first but now all I want to do is scratch.
[ He does absently scratch at the smooth puckered mark on his chest, showing where a bullet would have hit near the lung area, and then paused. Frowning he held his hands up so he could see them and the lacework of scarring along the knuckles and fingers, and a strange circular scar in the center of one hand. ]
Look at that... Yeah, my father was part of it. Like he was standing over me yelling in this field, and I was being made to hit a block of wood, over and over again. Knuckles cracked open, wood under my skin, and I was still 'too weak'.
[ And he reaches up to feel the dimple, the scarring fading even more. The ones on his hands were fading as well, though the small circular one in the center of his hand almost disappears. Almost save when the light catches on his skin a certain way.
Yoon-sung huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. ]
He can be strict about some things but no, he isn't that bad. Father knows when to give me a little space.
Look, I'm not taking any chances on this, just don't mess with them for now.
[ This was the first time he's actually seen something appear like this - the scales didn't completely count, if only because of the fact that they were apparently something he could will away if necessary. Scars were generally there forever. ]
You mentioned revenge. And if your other dad was in on it and the one orchestrating it...
[ He pauses. It really doesn't sound like CEO Lee, though. ]
Perhaps he was training you for it. Whatever it was.
[ But he couldn't help the little wiggle back in his seat to rub his back against the cushion because his skin still itched. Forced scarring still felt a bit like the scarring he had from falling off his bike years ago; the skin itching as it healed. He would put bandages on those to keep from digging at the scabs. ]
My father? That doesn't make sense. I mean -
[ And there was a wave of dizziness and he wasn't sitting on the ridiculously expensive white sofa but standing in a traditional Thai house, shoulders curved to keep his head from knocking into the ceiling and tears running down his face. His father was laying on a cot, blood seeping into the padding from the stump where a leg should be, while a frantic doctor - German accented English, shaking hands - was ordering his father to take a dose of some kind of medicine. But his father was speaking to him, at him, about the death of his real father. ]
...oh god. [ He swallowed. He could still taste the blood and gunpowder in the air, feel the glass and broken wood under his feet, hear the buzz of insects and muttering voices. ]
[ David immediately shifts to make sure that Yoon-sung isn't slumped over too hard, an arm protectively around his shoulders as he braces his other hand (gently) against his chest. ]
[ Distantly he was aware he was shaking and that he felt like throwing up, but that was overwhelmed by feelings of shame - stupid stupid, my fault I knew the shotgun was too light - and anger - Father is right I need to train more. He could feel David's arm around him, holding him up, and hear him, but the scene was there, playing itself out like his own personal bad movie reel. Then it let him go, leaving Yoon-sung gulping air and shaking. ]
I... [ He exhaled, eyes closed as he reached up to grab David's wrist, needing the contact to ground himself in the now. ] Father's leg was blown off and he was talking about his revenge, about how he wanted to take out the men that killed my real father. He had me dig a bullet out of his shoulder, that it had gone through my real father's chest and hit him and he carried it as a reminder until I was ready....
[ His fingers twitched, squeezing hard trying to separate the memory like the others, but this one was felt real, even more real than the one where he was stalking a man. ]
[ David (for once) bites back a comment about his boss's life turning into some weird drama as Yoon-sung talks, knowing full well that he really can't say anything considering what little he's had to go on has been weird at best. He doesn't even move until after he's finished, ignoring how Yoon-sung's fingers dig into his wrist, though his expression does seem to get a bit more stormy after the fact. ]
So the CEO Lee that you've been seeing in your memories isn't your real father?
I guess? [ The memory was letting him go a bit more and he was breathing easier. He loosened his grip on David's wrist as his tremors stopped. ] He said that my father died shielding him from a sniper That he raised me for my father's sake.
[ There was still a lot more to the whole mess. He had been raving about all sorts of stuff, and the doctor had been calling out for them to stop taking so much time. ]
I don't understand it at all. My other acted like he was my father all the time, even later on.
[ Honestly he can't say he understands it completely, but - ]
I think I get what you're getting at. You were raised by him long enough for him to be considered your father regardless of what else came up.
[ He'd continue, but there's something resembling a growl coming from his throat before he freezes up himself, arms stiffening and the familiar itching that seemed to accompany his scales appearing starting to come up. ]
[ And now it was Yoon-sung's turn to look at David and try to soothe him from whatever he was seeing, though he had a harder time with the scales. He tried all the same, avoiding the main patches to rub his back soothingly. ]
[ The growling subsides, and he takes a deep breath. The scales have definitely made their appearance, but outside that, he's doing okay. Though the images that were flashing in front of him weren't exactly very soothing. ]
But apparently Fafnir didn't get along with his family.
[ The growling was new. Yoon-sung just kept away from the scales as he rubbed soothingly, almost subconsciously treating David like an animal that needs a little soothing. In way that might actually be the case, if he was right about the whole half-dragon thing. But still, it might not be the right kind of move. ]
A trained killer without a real family, and a half-dragon who didn't get along with his family; looks like we're both had sucky former lives.
[ And once he said it out loud, Yoon-sung knew that his other had been a weapon. It would at least explain all the scarring. ]
[ Glare at him all he wants, Yoon-sung was going to ignore it all save for a slight snort and curling upper lip. He also was going to pull away because how weird was it, the two of them sitting here like this? Besides, he was starting to get cold and they were at work and he shouldn't be wandering around without a shirt on. People might get ideas or take pictures and he did not need his father calling him up about proper business attire now. ]
Yeah, yeah, I guess it is.
Oh, I told you about Minako might end up interning?
She asked me if there was an intern opening, so I told her we always need interns.
[ Sure, their company might be pulling in the big bucks, but his branch was still small and thrived on giving interns a leg up in the business. Yoon-sung took his shirt and put it on, buttoning a few buttons and deciding that he really didn't want to wear the tie. ]
Why would I blame you? She's an adult that can make her own decisions, and it's not like I'm the type to either one, initiate anything during work or two, get jealous.
[ Really if anything, David's more annoyed at the implication that he couldn't take it maturely like a grown adult. ]
Just saying, not that I expect you to lose your temper at me for something that isn't under my control.
[ As far as the whole deciding to apply to work at his place, that is. Yoon-sung didn't mean to annoy him either but today wasn't his best day of saying what was on his mind considering the scars appearing and the hallucinomemories. ]
Sorry, it's just... [ Waves his hands at the whole unfairness of the whole stupid mess. ] Everything.
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The hell...? These aren't -
[ He lets out a long exhale. ]
Shit, your dad's going to kill me.
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[ His eyes popped open and he looked over his shoulder at David, frowning. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. His father had such a set idea in mind about everything that even a whisper about what he might not like had Yoon-sung tensing up. Of course, by this time the scarring was fading to look like it had been there for a while. Well. All but the angry one on his shoulder, which looked as if someone had self-treated a gunshot wound and had to get it reopened and restitched. ]
What is it?
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[ It's blunt, but it's about the best way that David can describe it. ]
First fighting me like you actually have had military training, now this. Just what the hell was your other self involved in?
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[ Was that why they itched? Yoon-sung would have reached back to scratch but he knew that it wouldn't do any good. Especially if they were just healing like David said they were.
The shoulder scar faded but still looked angry, a line of puckered flesh that hinted at an ugly moment in time. ]
I think he was part of a drug cartel. At least at first. I don't know about the stuff with the Blue House bodyguard how it fits but from what he had said to an ahjussi he was against his father's revenge?
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[ He frowns. ]
You did mention something before about your dad being involved too somehow. Hm.
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[ He does absently scratch at the smooth puckered mark on his chest, showing where a bullet would have hit near the lung area, and then paused. Frowning he held his hands up so he could see them and the lacework of scarring along the knuckles and fingers, and a strange circular scar in the center of one hand. ]
Look at that... Yeah, my father was part of it. Like he was standing over me yelling in this field, and I was being made to hit a block of wood, over and over again. Knuckles cracked open, wood under my skin, and I was still 'too weak'.
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[ He shifts back to give Yoon-sung room, though he still stays close. ]
That ... doesn't sound like him.
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[ And he reaches up to feel the dimple, the scarring fading even more. The ones on his hands were fading as well, though the small circular one in the center of his hand almost disappears. Almost save when the light catches on his skin a certain way.
Yoon-sung huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. ]
He can be strict about some things but no, he isn't that bad. Father knows when to give me a little space.
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[ This was the first time he's actually seen something appear like this - the scales didn't completely count, if only because of the fact that they were apparently something he could will away if necessary. Scars were generally there forever. ]
You mentioned revenge. And if your other dad was in on it and the one orchestrating it...
[ He pauses. It really doesn't sound like CEO Lee, though. ]
Perhaps he was training you for it. Whatever it was.
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[ But he couldn't help the little wiggle back in his seat to rub his back against the cushion because his skin still itched. Forced scarring still felt a bit like the scarring he had from falling off his bike years ago; the skin itching as it healed. He would put bandages on those to keep from digging at the scabs. ]
My father? That doesn't make sense. I mean -
[ And there was a wave of dizziness and he wasn't sitting on the ridiculously expensive white sofa but standing in a traditional Thai house, shoulders curved to keep his head from knocking into the ceiling and tears running down his face. His father was laying on a cot, blood seeping into the padding from the stump where a leg should be, while a frantic doctor - German accented English, shaking hands - was ordering his father to take a dose of some kind of medicine. But his father was speaking to him, at him, about the death of his real father. ]
...oh god. [ He swallowed. He could still taste the blood and gunpowder in the air, feel the glass and broken wood under his feet, hear the buzz of insects and muttering voices. ]
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Shit.
[ David immediately shifts to make sure that Yoon-sung isn't slumped over too hard, an arm protectively around his shoulders as he braces his other hand (gently) against his chest. ]
What happened?
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I... [ He exhaled, eyes closed as he reached up to grab David's wrist, needing the contact to ground himself in the now. ] Father's leg was blown off and he was talking about his revenge, about how he wanted to take out the men that killed my real father. He had me dig a bullet out of his shoulder, that it had gone through my real father's chest and hit him and he carried it as a reminder until I was ready....
[ His fingers twitched, squeezing hard trying to separate the memory like the others, but this one was felt real, even more real than the one where he was stalking a man. ]
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So the CEO Lee that you've been seeing in your memories isn't your real father?
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[ There was still a lot more to the whole mess. He had been raving about all sorts of stuff, and the doctor had been calling out for them to stop taking so much time. ]
I don't understand it at all. My other acted like he was my father all the time, even later on.
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I think I get what you're getting at. You were raised by him long enough for him to be considered your father regardless of what else came up.
[ He'd continue, but there's something resembling a growl coming from his throat before he freezes up himself, arms stiffening and the familiar itching that seemed to accompany his scales appearing starting to come up. ]
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[ And now it was Yoon-sung's turn to look at David and try to soothe him from whatever he was seeing, though he had a harder time with the scales. He tried all the same, avoiding the main patches to rub his back soothingly. ]
Hey, you alright?
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[ The growling subsides, and he takes a deep breath. The scales have definitely made their appearance, but outside that, he's doing okay. Though the images that were flashing in front of him weren't exactly very soothing. ]
But apparently Fafnir didn't get along with his family.
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A trained killer without a real family, and a half-dragon who didn't get along with his family; looks like we're both had sucky former lives.
[ And once he said it out loud, Yoon-sung knew that his other had been a weapon. It would at least explain all the scarring. ]
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Might be a bit of an understatement, boss.
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Yeah, yeah, I guess it is.
Oh, I told you about Minako might end up interning?
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[ He lets out a long exhale before handing Yoon-sung his shirt back. ]
No, didn't know you asked her about it.
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[ Sure, their company might be pulling in the big bucks, but his branch was still small and thrived on giving interns a leg up in the business. Yoon-sung took his shirt and put it on, buttoning a few buttons and deciding that he really didn't want to wear the tie. ]
So don't blame me if she shows up to work.
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[ Really if anything, David's more annoyed at the implication that he couldn't take it maturely like a grown adult. ]
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[ As far as the whole deciding to apply to work at his place, that is. Yoon-sung didn't mean to annoy him either but today wasn't his best day of saying what was on his mind considering the scars appearing and the hallucinomemories. ]
Sorry, it's just... [ Waves his hands at the whole unfairness of the whole stupid mess. ] Everything.
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It's fine, I'm just ... it's not something that you need to worry about with me, boss. Honestly, if anyone should be worried it's you.
[ He can't help the grin creeping up on his lips. ]